Zhang Heng was sitting cross-legged behind the altar, and beside him were Wang Xiazi, Paper Man Zhang and Yanguo Liu.
Look up.
The water in the pool was as black as ink, ripples were blown by the wind.
On the altar, Aunt Zhu San was reciting words, and the golden scissors hanging under the Kongming Lantern were also shining with golden light.
"It should work. Although Aunt Zhu San is old, the White Immortal whom she worships is not weak."
"With the protection of the White Immortal, and the rare treasure of the golden scissors, it won't be easy for that thing to break out."
The speaker was Liu Dayanguo.
He seemed to be comforting himself, and he seemed to be comforting everyone.
After hearing his words, everyone felt a little calmer and looked at the water quietly.
"coming!"
Suddenly a wave of water burst out of the pool, and a woman in blue emerged from the water.
The next second, light suddenly appeared on the golden scissors, as if if it wanted to fly out, the golden scissors would fly up the next second.
Plop...
Chu Meiren did not rush out. She looked at Aunt Zhu San on the shore, then at the colorful flags and golden scissors hanging over the pool, then lowered her head and got into the water again.
call...
Seeing that Chu Meiren disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Only Aunt Zhu San on the altar had a serious look on her face, because she knew her situation.
She was really too old. If Chu Meiren wanted to rush out head-on today, she could hold her breath and fight with it.
If it can be injured, not only today, but also tomorrow will be worry-free.
It's a pity that it didn't fall for it, but chose to avoid its edge.
As the saying goes, again and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again.
Waiting until tomorrow night, Aunt Zhu San asked herself that her mental state might be much worse than today, and it would be difficult to fight against it then.
"I finally got through it today."
Until dawn, Chu Meiren did not come out again.
Looking at the pale skyline in the east, everyone helped Aunt Zhu San up and fed her some lean meat porridge.
"I'm old and no longer useful."
With the help of everyone, Aunt Zhu San shook her head and sighed, as if she was sighing that it was not a holiday: "I just sat all night last night, and my legs lost all feeling. If this had been twenty years earlier..."
"Sister, this is the first night, tomorrow night..."
Liu Dayanguo was about to speak but stopped.
"I can still hold on."
Aunt Zhu San looked kindly: "If something changes tomorrow night, you still have to give me a helping hand."
"It's natural."
Everyone nodded.
As soon as day breaks, all evil spirits retreat and everything will be fine.
Zhang Heng asked someone to add lamp oil to the Kongming lantern and check whether the lantern paper was damaged.
On the other side, a group of people were asked to camp in the back mountain and make a fire to cook, so that the four strange people could rest and recuperate.
Take a hot bath and change into clean clothes.
At this time, it was already daybreak. Zhang Heng gathered everyone together, eating boiled meat in a hot pot, and said: "Last night, the beauty of Chu stood up and retreated. I'm afraid it won't be so easy to get it to retreat tomorrow night."
"Soldiers are coming to stop us, and water is coming to cover us up. If Third Auntie can't hold on, won't we still have old bones like us?"
Blind Wang stroked his beard: "Today during the day, I surrounded the pool to build the yin and yang inversion enchantment array in the Plum Blossom Yishu. My array is not simple. People, ghosts, demons and gods will be confused when they enter the array, and even ghosts cannot escape. I
I guess the guy named Chu doesn't know this formation, so I'll try my best to deceive him for a night or two."
Liu Dayanguo looked happy when he heard the sound: "Blind man, you are really capable. Where did you learn such a powerful formation?"
Blind Wang sighed: "I went to the tomb with others and was trapped by this formation for eighty-three days, but it was a blessing in disguise. I brought this skill out of the tomb."
Forehead...
Zhang Heng understood.
He said why he had never heard of Zhiduanmen, and thought it was a small sect and not famous.
Looking at it now, I am afraid that the Zhiduanmen has long since disappeared. The tomb that Wang Xiazi buried must belong to a certain ancestor of the Zhiduanmen.
"Eighty-three days, how did you survive?"
Paper Man Zhang asked strangely.
"then..."
Blind Wang remained silent for a while: "Three of us went down."
vomit...
After saying that, he retched when he smelled the aroma of hot pot meat.
Paper Man Zhang's face turned even paler, and he asked with difficulty: "Where is the other one?"
Blind Wang wiped his mouth and did not respond.
Everyone was silent.
Blind Wang seemed to have opened up his conversation, and said again: "I have also suffered retribution." After saying that, he took off his sunglasses, revealing two terrifying eye holes: "Of the two people who followed me to the grave, one of them was somewhat powerful.
, and then I was being hunted all the time, and these eyes were lost along the way."
Yanguo Liu said with emotion: "If heaven is sentimental, heaven will also grow old. The right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life."
Blind Wang remained silent.
If given a choice, he really wanted to go back to those days and starve to death with the two of them instead of just surviving.
At least this won't make him wander around for half his life, homeless.
"I'm luckier than you."
Perhaps because he knew that he was about to die soon, or perhaps he felt that he could not survive the current test, the paper man Zhang also spoke: "When I was young, I had an adventure and found a secret book in a cave."
"I regard it as a treasure, and I fantasize about becoming famous and wealthy."
"In the end, I returned to the town, took over the papermaking shop, and with all the hard work and injuries, I married the woman my mother wanted me to marry."
"I shouldn't be content, but I am."
"Except for my heretical skills, there is nothing about me that anyone can look at. How can I be successful or rich?"
Along with the self-deprecating chuckle, everyone looked at Aunt Zhu San.
Aunt Zhu San has always been cheerful. She is a warm-looking old lady with a kind smile: "I was born at the foot of Changbai Mountain, and my ancestors have been disciples for several generations."
"When I was a kid, I heard someone say that the pass is the territory of Buddhism and Taoism, and there is no place for my shamanism."
"I didn't believe it and was very angry, so I left the country."
"Fifty years have passed and I have been to many places. After I turned sixty, I looked down on everything, so I stayed in Dongling River and built a small temple. It was also a place to shelter from the wind and rain."
Zhang Heng listened quietly and found that they were all people with stories.
He couldn't help but look at Liu Dayanguo. He believed that Liu Dayanguo also had a story, and his story must be more beautiful than others.
"My story actually doesn't sound good."
"I am a branch of Bailian, born in Da Luo Dao, and I was the Dharma King of Zuolu during my most glorious period."
"As you will know later, we went round and round and became victims. Finally, we were defeated by Dongshan Governor Li Bingheng in Ma Liangji. I was lucky enough not to die, but it ended up like this."
Liu Dayanguo patted his broken leg.
"I have heard about Da Luo Dao. Since you are the Dharma King of Zuo Lu, then your cultivation level..."
Aunt Zhu San was about to speak but stopped.
"Building the foundation."
Liu Dayangguo smoked a cigarette: "I first joined the foundation building at that time, and I was quite popular in Daluo Dao, and I was a little bit too proud."
"It's a pity that this is no longer the Tang and Song Dynasties. Even the bronze-armored corpse, the treasure of our Daluo Daozhen sect, can't withstand hundreds of red cannons."